Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.